How would you wish to envisage this transience,
now, that you have ascended this mortal realm;
Thousands of references under your options
now select, with your gifted conscience.

Maybe the reference of an orphan
thriving under the rich's shade,
wandering under the lights of merry families,
disappearing as the nights fade?

Or an angle of a just born lover,
with echo reverberating by her forever's bed,
as he holds her hand, breathing promises,
and unconsciously tethered to his last breath?

How about a trusted devotee of the deity,
a mother who just got sent
in resonance to her prayers, an apology letter,
from her beloved son's regiment?

Or maybe the man bearing the joy of his life,
on shoulder so trivial and fragile
an anonymous griever, as they called him,
the pallbearer of his best friend's casket?

So how would you wish to envisage this transience,
now, that you have ascended this mortal realm;
How would you improvise these incidents
Written under destiny's poetic license?